Anger, Bitter Twisted Lies,
Tired Steps and Spinning Wheels,
Lay drowsy on my eyes.
Weights attached to my fingertips,
Crawling in the sun.
Thoughts of not trusting are deep sharp breaths,
I take in down my throat.
Taking rights away,
And not making plans,
Laws of life don't apply to me,
What's the point of making plans?
When you're struggling in the sand.
